Congo

Monroe:
Quite frankly, the twentieth century sucks. Maybe the twenty-first will be better.

Monroe:
They just blew up the president's car.

Eddie:
That was the president's car? Did they get him?

Monroe:
That's the bad news: no, they didn't.

Monroe:
I'm your great white hunter, but I happen to be black.

Richard:
So, what was your name again?

Claude:
Claude.

Richard:
Oh. Well, that's a very odd name for someone from... uh... where are you from again?

Claude:
Mbasa.

Richard:
Yeah, that's a very odd name for someone from Mbasa.

Claude:
Have you ever been to Mbasa?

Richard:
Um, no.

Claude:
Then what do you know about it?

Monroe:
The ghost tribe has several levels of "dead." Someone's not dead until they're completely "dead."

Dr. Karen Ross:
Aren't you human?

Travis:
I'll be human later!

Monroe:
So why'd you quit the CIA?

Dr. Karen Ross:
I never worked for the CIA.

Monroe:
Of course you didn't. But if you HAD worked for the CIA, why would you quit?

Dr. Karen Ross:
'Cause they're a loveless bunch of sons of b*tches.

Monroe:
And you're not?

Dr. Karen Ross:
And I'm not.

Monroe:
Glad to hear it.

Monroe:
That region of the Congo's uninhabited.

Dr. Karen Ross:
Well, something inhabits it.

Dr. Peter Elliot:
What exactly did you see on that tape?

Dr. Karen Ross:
A camp destroyed. People dead. A grey gorilla...

Dr. Peter Elliot:
There's no such thing as a grey gorilla.

Dr. Karen Ross:
Well, I saw one.

Dr. Peter Elliot:
It's hard to believe at this late date...

Monroe:
Why are you going in there?

Dr. Karen Ross:
Two men are unaccounted for: Geoffrey Weams, and Charles Travis, my fiance... My FORMER fiance.

Monroe:
Your former?

Dr. Peter Elliot:
Well, we better get to him then.

Dr. Peter Elliot:
Why are YOU going to Africa?

Dr. Karen Ross:
...Find something I lost.

Dr. Peter Elliot:
Why are they putting on parachutes?

Dr. Karen Ross:
Figure it out!

Dr. Peter Elliot:
Oh, no! The bad apes have the crystal lasers!

Monroe:
When the moon is like that, every monkey for 200 miles thinks he's Elvis Presley.

Dr. Peter Elliot:
What are those for?

Dr. Karen Ross:
FIGURE IT OUT!

Eddie Ventro:
Wow, a talking gorilla! I can feel the money hairs on the back of my neck going "WOO-WOO-WOO".

Dr. Karen Ross:
Name your price.

Dr. Peter Elliot:
I don't have a price! I'm not a pound of sugar, I'm a primatologist!

Monroe:
When these little African countries get into a dispute, they tend to just murder everybody. They live for the opportunity to settle scores... and they have a lot of scores to settle.